From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables Chapter 36 – Chapter 36: 036 Touching Porcelain

Chapter 36: 036 Touching Porcelain

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The running boy is from Class 7, named Wang Xiaoshuai, who has average grades and is honest and upright, belonging to the type that blends in with the crowd.

If it wasn't for him losing a bet on the forum and running in his underwear on the playground, no one would know who he was.

Now, everyone knows.

“I never thought it would be Wang Xiaoshuai; he looks so honest, yet he's so crazy online, such a big contrast.”

“Don't judge a book by its cover! If it wasn't for the administrator forcing him, he might have just retreated like a turtle. Who knows how many seemingly honest boys have another side online?”

At noon, under the scorching sun, the playground was filled with students watching the excitement, and more people were gathering after hearing the news. It was all very lively with different conversations happening.

The boy on the playground, running like a lone ranger, was skinny and short, not very attractive, and the kind that can't be found in a crowd, He wore the school uniform on his upper body and a pair of Peppa Pig boxers on the lower half. His short, thin legs struggled to move like a tireless old ox, both funny and an eyesore.

There were also cheers, laughter, sneers, and sympathy around the playground that mixed together.

The boy appeared to be in terrible shape, and by the fifth lap, he collapsed and didn't get up. Immediately, someone rushed forward to carry him to the infirmary.

He became the laughingstock in the forum once again.

Although the incident was laughed off, Tao Xingxing still remembered what Charles Gao had said.

Taking the blame for someone else?

Charles Gao was the former student council president, and his abilities shouldn't be underestimated. There has always been a spot for the student council among the school forum administrators, and Charles must have known who “Zuimeng Jinghua” really was.

Is Wang Xiaoshuai not the real Zuimeng Jinghua?

Tao Xingxing clenched her fist, and stood up excitedly. At this time, it was lunchtime, the classroom was extremely quiet, and her actions suddenly made a noise. Everyone looked at her with annoyance.

Tao Xingxing quickly sat down and glanced at Ming Jing.

Even at this moment, she remained calm and collected, quietly reading her book.

As if all the worldly troubles had nothing to do with her.

A holy goddess like her shouldn't be stained by such filth, so let me clear all obstacles for her.

As soon as class was over, Tao Xingxing ran to Class 7 to chat with friends, secretly observing Wang Xiaoshuai and indirectly finding out more information about him.

Among a heap of messy clues, Tao Xingxing caught hold of the most important one: Wang Xiaoshuai liked Zhang Jingwen from Class 8.

The reason it became so widely known was that last Christmas, Wang Xiaoshuai mustered up the courage to give an apple to Zhang Jingwen to profess his love, only to be despised by her. Coincidentally, someone from

Class 7 happened to pass by and exaggerated the story when they returned. Everyone mocked Wang Xiaoshuai for being like a toad trying to eat swan meat, and after that, he became even more taciturn.

Well, well, Wang Xiaoshuai is quite the devoted lover, willing to take the blame for love. But he should know whether the other person wants it or not.

After school, Tao Xingxing greeted Ming Jing and left. She followed Zhang Jingwen, and sure enough, in a small alley, Wang Xiaoshuai blocked Zhang Jingwen's way.

Tao Xingxing quickly took out her phone to take pictures, her eyes gleaming with the frenzy of gossip.

It was the peak time for getting off work, and the subway station was swarming with people.

The elevator slowly descended to the underground, and before her was a sea of heads. Ming Jing stood quietly in the crowd, her outstanding temperament attracting occasional gazes from others.

“Hey, what a coincidence.” A familiar voice came from behind Ming Jing.

Charles Gao was already used to Ming Jing's indifference, and patted the shoulder of the boy in front of him, “Bro, can you step aside?”

The boy blushed and looked at Ming Jing, standing still.

Why should I step aside just because you asked? The boy pretended not to hear and stood still.

Charles Gao put his hands on his hips, holding back his anger.

As they got off the elevator and lined up for security check, Charles Gao was a step late again, and the boy got ahead of him, standing behind Ming Jing. Charles grabbed the collar of the boy, “Are you looking for trouble?”

The boy pointed at his face, “Go ahead and hit me, show me how tough you are. ”

Making trouble on the subway was no laughing matter. With the prevalence of the internet, a video could easily get online, and while Charles had nothing to lose, he didn't want Ming Jing to be implicated.

She was an exemplary student who couldn't be stained by such filth.

Charles's eyes swept across the boy's nameplate on his school uniform and smirked, “Mingde High School, Zhao Heng, I'll remember you.”

Zhao Heng pushed away his hand, straightened his collar, and turned to stand quietly behind Ming Jing in the line.

Today, the subway was especially crowded. Charles protected Ming Jing, fearing that someone would bump into her. Finally, they entered the train carriage, while watching Zhao Heng falling behind. Charles purposely blocked the door, yelling, “It's too crowded, just wait for the next one.”

The doors closed, and Charles laughed loudly at Zhao Heng, raising his middle finger in mockery.

Zhao Heng stomped his foot in anger.

The subway environment was cramped, and Charles cornered Ming Jing to protect her from strangers.

“Tell me, why don't you take a private car instead of cramming into the subway like this? You're almost squeezed into a pancake.”

At that moment, there were screams and commotion from the front of the car. The crowd became agitated as someone shouted, “An old man has fainted, and there's a lot of blood…!”

“Where's the conductor? Is there a doctor? Quickly call 120…”

Ming Jing's eyebrows furrowed. “Make way.”

Charles instinctively stepped aside, watching Ming Jing dart through the gaps in the crowd. Despite her tall and slender figure, her movements were nimble, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye like a monkey.

“Hey, wait for me!” Charles struggled to make his way through the crowd.

An old man lay on the ground with a pool of blood under his head, a shocking sight. The old man's body kept convulsing, with vomit coming out of his mouth. The crowd formed a circle around him with no one daring to step within half a meter.

Nowadays, people are cold -hearted, with an increasing number of scams involving accidents. It's rare for strangers to lend a hand, as it often leads to trouble. Calling 120 would already be considered generous.

As everyone hesitated, a girl emerged from the crowd, squatting in front of the old man and quickly checking his condition.

Everyone looked astonished at the sudden appearance of the girl. A kind-hearted person advised, “Girl, don't be a hero in this day and age. You might get scammed and lose everything. You're so young; don't get involved in this mess.”

“Yeah, wait for the doctor to come. You're not a doctor; what can you do to help?”

The girl checked the old man's pulse, swiftly positioned him in the recovery position, and gently rubbed and pushed his back.

The series of actions were smooth and practiced..

Chapter end